Tomorrow morning, we're headed off bright and early to the Windy City to enjoy a weekend of connecting with those who struggle with OCD, their families and friends, and many wonderful researchers, doctors, and therapists who treat this mental illness. I believe there is strength in numbers, and the annual conference is a great way to meet others who are like minded in fighting the difficulties of living with this terrible anxiety disorder. It is also a chance for supportive loved ones, like my husband, to learn more about the nature of OCD and current cutting edge treatment.
This is not my first conference, as I attended a previous conference in D.C., in July of 2010. However, this will be my husband's first conference. Several weeks ago, my husband confessed to me that he wondered if the conference would begin with a musical dance number, with the singers doing a cover song and replacing the words of Lady Gaga's hit, from "I'm on the edge . . . of glory" to "I'm on the edge . . . of worry." I, of course, had to remind him that this was not the Off, Off Broadway show, "Neuroses." Oh, brother. Silly, silly man.
Musical dance numbers notwithstanding, I'm really looking forward to attending many different workshops, and sharing any new-found knowledge with you through this blog. My husband has sweetly offered to be my "secretary," so he will take notes at the workshops that I am not able to attend. I can't wait to meet the many medical professionals who have dedicated their working lives to advancing the treatment of OCD and the OCD spectrum disorders. I'm also excited about meeting some of the most courageous and brave people I've ever had the privilege of knowing - other OCD sufferers.